Hey Momma

Hey Momma
by Tom Chapin
© 1976 The Last Music Co. (ASCAP)

Somehow I never learned her name.
Loved to watch her walk down Willow Lane
Carrying something in her hand
You could tell she’s a friend to man.

Across the street I’d watch her move.
Dreaming about what I would do
If I had the chance to make her mine,
I rehearsed a hell of an opening line…
Chorus:
Hey Momma what you doing to me
I’m so in love with being free.
But ever since I saw your face
I been a prisoner in time and space.
You got blue eyes and a wanton mouth
Like a northern sky that’s heading south
Won’t you take me home,
Take me home…

There’s a pastry shop on Bleecker Street
Heaven in an oven
I can’t pass without a treat
Step inside dollar in my hand
There she is talking to the pastry man
Chorus

And you know I dreamed I’d live forever
Don’t mind the time flyin’ by me, no
She’s just a tune I’m humming
All alone at night with nobody…

Some days I just can’t win
Every day’s another begin-again
She’s married now
To some young lawyer man
Living her life out in Lawyer-land.
Chorus

This song appears on Tom Chapin's Life Is Like That CD.

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